Some go in search
of chromatic white shores
where they might see
their pale heart lying about
like a long dead fish.
Some look around
at the brown uneven ground
Fervently searching
The piecemeal earth
For their missing hues
of humanity

I however,
will sit on my blue couch
And drink black coffee
while staring intently down
into my green mug
at the time streaked reflection
staring back at me
Loneliness does not come
in only one color
but spans the entire spectrum
of humanity